Worlds Beyond
The
Martian Underworld
(The Great Tsunamis of Mars, 3.4 Billion
B.C.) Part I of II
Moohtluv the Liege, of Venus and Mars
In
the year 3.4-Billion B.C., the Demon of Mars had to go underground
after the Great Tsunami took place. The
Greatest Title wave that had ever existed or came to be known in Mars’ solar
system, triggered by an asteroid or comet strike into its ocean of water, it
covered 750,000-square miles, the title-wave was 400-feet high. This wave energetic as it was, picked up
sediments, to include massive boulders, and dumped them at high and low
elevations, and cut new channels into the orbs surface, and caved in many of
Mars’ underground channels and passages.
The areas known as Chryse Planitia and Arabia Terra, were badly hit,
regions of Mars. And ever since, these new and some old passages, and dome like
cavers have been home to the Mar-demon.
Moohtluv the Liege, came sometime thereafter, a life form from Venus,
the last of his kind, for all of his species had been fossilized on Venus after
a great catastrophe. Created, or born, 542-million B.C., in his first stage of
life he was sea-dwelling, in some superficial form, and by the process of
photosynthesis, and contact with certain bacteria, he had evolutionalzed out of
this algae form to a higher form of organism, converted by sunlight and
chemical energy, into a complex multi-cellular organism, by the grace of his creator. His kind, progressively grew endlessly if not
killed by their own kind, from some black eldritch diabolic act, or a natural
disaster. Likewise their complex
civilization became extinct by some interstellar space atrocity, not so unlike
the days of the dinosaurs on earth by an asteroid hit; and like Mars, where
after its atrocity, lost its thin atmosphere, and high levels of oxygen.
Consequently he found his way to Mars, and became Commander and Chief of the underground
Mar-Demons, in their underground labyrinth, or dominion.
These demon were an ebon form of dark incubated evil, evil in secrecy
even among themselves, and there were a million or more of them, —evil that is,
until Moohtluv took command, and harnessed them like Solomon did in his day.
Had you asked one, what his voice sounded like he would have said, like a Niagara
thunder of water, had he ever been to Niagara Falls. And as it might be known,
as in the days of the dinosaurs on earth, animals with long lifespans grow
gigantic, and he Moohtluv, was all of that.
In essence, he looked like a giant satanic salamander of 3000-pounds,
with three faces, and two dimensional.
Light seemed to be provided within these underground cannels, that per
near went to the liquid iron core of Mars by some form of radioactive minerals
in the walls and ceilings. Moohtluv was not governed by what man knew of
biological laws, but in and of a different atom and dimensional system. Had you been looking at him, he could have
his body fade, and reappear, as if he was more projection, than substance. And
in fear of him they, all the demon sought to woo him. They knew if he was
making a humming noise, he was tranquil, if not, god forbid. His moods were
governed by his monotone, or foreseen.
In his chamber lofty, of iron stone and rock, this monstrous being, more
like a grotesque apparition, floating hanging in midair like a mechanical
mirage, hovered over all that entered, but when he slept it was on the warm
floor of the cavern.
Early one, Geon, an eerie disquieted Mar-demon, knew Moohtluv was
supernatural, and did his tedious job of relaying his orders to the tribal
demonic beings, of which there were several hundred clans, and became
Moohtluv’s number on servant. And the uncongenial work that needed to be done
throughout the underground fortress, he insured it would be done.
To kill a ruthless being, you need to be more ruthless, Geon told his
tribe of 1000-followers, and Moohtluv’s power had stirred his imagination
profoundly to devise a way to destroy him.
For even though Moohtluv looked to be a mere hallucinatory image, he was
not. On the other hand he had a super mundane, routine. This he figured would
be his weakness.
By and large, Moohtluv was simply an envoy from a foreign planet, and
long they had sought him out, but had favored him with their invitation to make
peace among one another, but that inaction after so long became boring. And now
their attempt at verbal communication was always to argue, and he and the rest
of the clans never once, was allowed to do evil, over dominated another clan by
Moohtluv, and not allowed to menace anyone,
and that was for the Mar-demon, painful.
All creatures sleep, and almost without emotion or thought of any kind,
Geon took this edge to its deepest point, thus while Moohtluv’s breathing,
while sleeping was a consonant humming of a deep sleep, not REM, he would make
his play.
Moohtluv’s floor was near the edge of the crust of Mars’ underground
lava pit, where it was very hot, and much movement or transit of magma shifted
to and fro, Geon and his demonic force had sank huge rods into the floor,
covered them with stone, when Moohtluv had visited the upper world of Mars on
several trips to see the foreign sky, and whatever else, and thus giving Geon
time to move in on his plan, and this evil dead he was to do that was to fill
his evil eyes with a fury of boiling blood, once accomplished. Thus, he weirdly
altered the strength of the floor of Moohtluv’s room. This evening while
Moohtluv slept on an inquisitively tessellated floor as he had for quite a long
time, to which rods now were interlocked and sank and disappeared underneath, and
into sockets that were part of the floor, which could become topless, or
roofless by one jerk of an iron mechanism, and whatever was in the room would
be filled with this lava, this was to be done.
And so, he pulled the lever, and the lava came pouring up, thick and
heavy into the room, blusterous liquid, and ruby-red in color, and dissolving
everything within the room and sweeping it away; hence, Geon jumped with glee
at this gravitation of gigantic magma, and its movement. Geon had never dreamed
it would work so perfectly, and so deliriously he went screaming down the
hallway, he was the king of Mar-hell.
And I cannot describe the physical discomfort of Moohtluv, but it was
surly some optic torture to see: floating gradually down into and swimming in and
through the lower part of Mars’ lava, like a dead shadow, and surely he found
himself in the grip of a nightmare, and there was no humming.
On the other hand, to Geon, Moohtluv was
no more than some gigantic insect. Moreover, even Moohtluv, with his
supernatural essence was powerless to such an assault. And now, Geon would become that luring menace
of evil he was aching to be.
#5245/ 5-17 thru 20-2016
Worlds Beyond
Martian,
Demon-ridden Times
(The Great Plains of Mars, 3 Billion
B.C.) Part II of II
Geon. A
demon amongst the demon of the underworld of Mars, known as Mar-demon amongst
one another, was the culprit that killed Moohtluv the Liege, and not everyone liked
what he had done, for Moohtluv kept law and order, and now all there was, was
chaos. Geon was an alchemist,
necromancer, astrologer, and between the death of Moohtluv, and this day on
Mars, a half billion years later, he had ten arch-fiends as his students
(apprentices), also he was ahead of a legion of bat-winged demon, within the underground
kingdom.
It was said Geon, the worse of the lot, was born on a moonless midnight,
and was transported from some other planet, other than Mars, through diabolic
arts, his father being in bad health, indicating an early death, had send him
to Mars; his father being an enchanting, lycanthropic demon (or werewolf of
sorts) of black spells, and malice.
Thus, like father, like son.
And within one of the several regions of the kingdom of the Mars underworld,
were the reluctant race of succubus and incubus’ in contradiction of Geon for
his longtime prejudices in their sexual prowess, hence, in all their meetings
they took liberty to scorn him. Several called on the Demon of Doom, to judge this
demon whom was more hated than earth’s antichrist. For eons he had a mesmeric
persuasion over his students of a most brilliant promise, even stood by him up
to this point. For the succubus’ considered them his cult, and said he worked
his spells on them to keep them in his cult.
And so was he judged this day to be vanished once and forevermore to the
plains of Mars, and was made to dig his way up to its surface, twenty-five
miles. He felt at times as he dug as if entombed. As for the underworld it was really their first
banishment on Mars, to a Mar-demon, but to keep peace what is one demon amongst
a million or two. They were indifferent
not all that much different than the human race would be, whenever that would
be. And yes, it was to Geon’s dismay and
horror he had to wander the plains of Mars of a few hundred years, until one
day he tripped upon a brazen-bolted tomb, found in one of the trenches. Lo, the
sun’s rays were hot, had been hot, and was drying him up like a prune. But he
said to himself, as any wise demon might say, “You play, you got to pay,” and
the penalty for his misdeeds were as we all know, the sun-scorched surface of
Mars, forevermore; for even demons like a little comfort now and then, and the
solar winds as often as they came were becoming a daily complaint for Geon—to
himself, that is—and he now he was
thinking of diabolic revenge and ravishment upon his fellow demon; nothing new
for demons of course, but he was not one of those mustering-ground devils, he’d
prefer the cooler dungeons of Mars’ hell, its lava hot fire and brimstone and mephitic
odors to what he was enduring, on the surface of Mars daily.
And so he thought day to day, night after moonless night, of his subterranean
ex-friends, then without thinking—or perhaps with too much thinking on what his
revenge would be—he took the shroud from the dead corpse from the tomb he had
thrown it out of: torn and ragged, but a cover to a naked demon, was very much
welcomed; an evil hissing as of a dozen serpents came from the shroud. He tried to strip the shroud off from his
shoulders, but the cadaverous hissing turned quickly into a mass of serpents
that folded around him like white on rice, in stone. Appalled at this vision he
started his chanting of sonorous exorcism of the snakes—that did little good,
that is to say, naught! And hence he
fell backwards into the very tomb he had robbed as if taking the place of the
dead corpse, slain eons ago, by none other than Moohtluv the Liege.
And there he lay, thinking the old saying, unable to move an inch, or a
toe or a finger, just a blink of an eyelid: “What goes around comes around!”
#5248/ 5-22-2016
Worlds Beyond
The Martian,
Worm-serpent
(The Great Plains of Mars, 2.75 Billion B.C.) Part III of III
The Worm-Mar-serpent
Whelp the Chief Dwarf, quite
small for even being a dwarf, of Mars’ underworld, had a most extravagant
curiosity, and this is his story, as legend tells it, in the halls of Mars’
hell, and by and large, he was the strongest of all the dwarfs; once a student of
Moohtluv the Liege, and as diabolic as Geon, was one of the many dwarfs who, for
fun the demonic dwarfs would play the game ‘Who can enter the noise quicker!”
Entering noises, those bloody nostrils of one another to see if they could
possess the other, was a game unnamed that I actually named in lack of any
suitable name, but a game all the same. And thus, each dwarf, Mar-demon watched
the disappearance of his fellow mate, inch by inch.
The underworld had really little to nil, good pastimes, so they had to
be really inventive, or creative. And Whelp the Dwarf, did exactly what his bully
type character prescribed, he invented and if his fellow dwarf Mar-demon,
didn’t like it, he’d walloped them one good wallop, those he got frustrated with, that is. Next to Geon, he was a menace, and ahead of
the clan of demon dwarfs, of which perhaps 10,000-existed, unrobed as the day
is long, nude like the incubi, he was somewhat cabalistic in that he was
similar to Geon in the occult manner. And thus he took over Geon’s pupils and
nurtured them in his moribund ways.
There remained an undeclared enigma for Whelp, that curiosity: “Was Geon
still alive, in his entombment?” And the
commonality between he and Geon, they both hated the demonic forces beyond
their own races within the underworld.
He kept himself busy though with his arcane science and deep wizardry,
his so called incubated evil. But still as for Geon, he could not shake off his
disquietude. So he found himself above on the surface of Mars, one dreary day
in the year 2.7 Billion B.C., (thereabouts; take or give a million or two).
And so now he searched for the tomb of Geon.
It should be pointed
out, on Mars there are more brown twilights than those like normal earth sunsets and moonrises, twilights per se. He for his
first time seen the grim and rugged landmass of Mars— “Hurray!” he said, as he
took his first steps onto its surface. From where he stood, apart from the
solar winds, there was no sign of occupation, as expected. Cautiously he peered
over what was called: “The Somber Broad Valley” where Geon was supposed have
been entombed. Whereupon he made his way down the sheer, and rough cliffs then
once below he paused to recuperate his abating strength. He heard some baffling, and confused noises.
Apart from the remote ambiguous noises and tapings, the day was locked in
mortal stillness. Even the solar winds in the valley had stopped, it was as if
he was trespassing, and the dead knew it and the planet was accommodating the
dead; it was as if he was in a cloud of paralyzing evil, and it was slowly starting
to hang over his head, unobserved. The
silence was eerie, as if older than time.
It was well known in the underworld, once
there lived a subhuman civilization on Planet Mars, and they had all perished
in the valley he was now in, some say by a volcanic eruption, so it was in a
way, forbidden ground, a graveyard of sorts. And now, Whelp the Dwarf heard the
tapings louder and louder, with a more audible voice in the background, a
muffled voice. Then he spotted Geon’s tomb, it was his voice he heard. Now
within sight, but at a distance, he saw his dark sooty fingers that hung out of
the tomb, keeping himself well beyond the tomb’s shadow, he walked made a sort
of circuit around the tomb, he did not dare to step into its shadow for fear of
being dragged into the tomb with Geon. Although as far as he could tell he and
the tomb’s occupant were the only ones about, no serpents or sub humans.
Leaning against a fragment of a worn stone, he paused to concentrate on a
clattering below his feet, crouching he put more weight on the surface, in one
specific spot, and more weight on the worn stone he was leaning on, again it
was his curiosity at work: the narrow ledge he was leaning on broke and its
stone, and to his most astonishing dismay, the floor of the surface caved
in, and there was a thousand wormlike snakes ten feet long, with big round heads
and vampire teeth, and they were hungry, very hungry, whose details are barely
speakable. But one thing I can say for sure, the old saying is true to its
every letter: “Curiosity killed the cat,” and in this case also the dwarf!”
#5249/ 5-23-2016
